During my sophomore year of college, my roommate, Amy, and I were up late one night editing stories for each other. In a somewhat typical occurrence, we got into a deep theological discussion about whether each of us was more like Mary or Martha (from…
The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too old to be called young but not yet middle-aged, folded his body into the front seat. His…
In recent months, a few of you have asked about why I’m posting less often on this blog—apologies for not giving an explanation sooner. In short, it’s because I’m working full time as a biographer for a family history and storytelling company. So although I’m…
A few months ago, I wrote a blog post about “Questions and Answers,” cataloging my journey of the questions I asked when I was a toddler, all the way up to the questions that I ask now. But today, as I was thinking back on…
Spring is sometimes a tease. She peeks her head out from behind Winter’s skirts just long enough to get us excited before ducking back and leaving us to shiver for a few more weeks. I can’t complain about the random 60+ degree days we’ve been…